Quote:
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
Well on his way, his head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices, talking perfectly loud.
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make.
And he never seems to notice .....
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
And nobody seems to like him,
They can tell what he wants to do.
And he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
from the Beatles
Suffering and human tragedy is not itself an evil, but a Divine activity to awaken us to higher truth. It is inevitable that whatever is born must die. Paul says "thou fool unless the seed die...." you see the moment the know you are a fool, you get wisdom.
We look at God's great work like a Tapestry from the wrong side, from the mind that wants to see all the bits and pieces the mind that still eats from the tree of knowledge of good and evil. Only a fool, "a fool for Christ" with his healed mind, the Mind of Christ can see the WHOLE PICTURE. This Mind of Christ within us never sees death here being anything more than resurrection to abundant New life. When you are born, do you not die to the old life of the womb, and are extruded harshly and painfully down birth's canal into a New world? Do you really think the death of this body, will not do the same....death to this world and life in a new Creation?
Primarily it is the loss of this sense of security we once had in our Mothers womb, that makes us forever roam back there on earth and find only pain and suffering in the midst of our temporary joy when our true home is our Mother New Jerusalem "But the Jerusalem above is free; She is our Mother." She is "four square" radiant with all time and space in the NOW, a light above the brightness of this world, setting all free from three dimensional limitation.
See it this way, if I a two dimensional being lived on the surface of a Lake and you a three dimensional creature you are dived into my two dimensional world, I would se you in two dimensional segments. I would see countless millions of you coming and going each segment a two dimensional image of you in my world. When each has gone have they really gone or do I see you again coming up in countless forms again? Now imagine again you the three dimensional creature again in all the limitation of your world seeing the fourth dimensional City coming into your line of view....would you not see but three dimensional segments of total wholeness, with only the limitations your three dimensional mind would give it? Would not your vision of the City of God be imperfect, limited, faulty and perishable in the multitude of it's fragmented appearances?
You see only the touch of the Master's hand with His own spittle with the dust of your world can enable you to see truly, otherwise you will see only man's scribes walking as trees in the forest of your mind.
Our human drama is no more real than any Television drama, just more personal. Our identifies are no more real than masks, even person comes from "persona" meaning mask. Our joys and sorrows are those of dream creatures. There is no difference consciousness asleep dreaming or this waking dream. Because the waking dream's thread is picked up each morning and the night one has no continuity makes no difference. Al happens within the human mind, within or without.
What is sad is that we look for an abiding city here, security in the midst of upheaval, joy in a place of sorrows when nothing here remains the same all is impermanent. Our joys and sorrows are but a passing parade, and the fact we have lost our true awareness is the basis of our p sychological pain and suffering, which in turn makes our physical pain hard to endure.....yet the body in itself feels nothing, nor does it care.
Yet perhaps I am rattling my mystic's cage, wondering how our evolutionary tide will reach a point of convergence from a separate ego, the bi -cameral mind that made man separate from other species p sychologically.
How we canticle ourselves out of own insignificance and get caught up in a world of appearances of "this present evil world"..our collective drama of wars, revolutions, great industrial and social progress, even religious revivals, and forget we are but tiny waves on a greater ocean. It a big bad black breaker wave crashes over a tiny dancing wavelet glistening white froth caps in the Noonday Sun, do we run around saying "how dreadful, how awful it is".....indeed if we see a Scene of starving animals, or bloodied bodies lying on the battlefield hanging as a Rembrant, we all say what a Masterpiece...what a stroke of genius.
How few realise that God the Master painter, after dipping His brush into the earth painted the beautiful forests, fields, mountains and let His breath condense in the rivers. Taking again his brush and dipping it in the Sun above, with glorious colours of the sunlight he painted the animals, and because it was God that brought them forth they ran through the beautiful three dimensional paintings God had painted.
How God loves to be the Supreme Artist that not only has painted al the Landscapes of this world with his magical three dimensional brush, but all the landscapes of our life, you see in man God painted Himself into his very own picture....and now uses the brush of love, to transmute cruelty into sacrifice, lust to worship, pride to devotion, disaster becomes unselfish rescue, as his brush sweeps on endlessly, dissipating old life with new life and rebuilding again in more resplendent forms, when His Love shall be all in all.
